It Makes A Good Story

Well who in the hell is startin' to tell
All of these lies

It's been going around all over town
'bout your men on the side

Well that's hard to believe
You've been right there with me
In my arms every night

Guess they need something to do
So talkin' 'bout me and you
Fills up their empty life

But it makes a good story
And I guess it turns them on
You're supposed to be the wild one
Not the mom bringing the kids home

I think they're jealous of your sweet smile
They've seen their husbands eyes roam
I don't need to watch the TV
I've got a soap opera here at home

People think we swing and we do anything
Anytime, anywhere

That's a big mistake
She barely gets a break
To dress and wash her hair

But when she does step out
Man, their eyes pop out
She's got that drop dead beauty

And she can't help that
And the real true fact
Is she's mine and I'm hers, you see

But it makes a good story
And I guess it turns them on
She's supposed to be the wild one
Not the mom bringing the kids home

I think they're jealous of your good looks
I've watched their husbands' eyes roam
I don't need to watch the TV
I've got a soap opera star of my own

I don't need to watch the TV
I've got a soap opera star at home